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Chapter 1 First Meeting
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jofi
In April, the National Examination for French majors has just ended, and we are all waiting for the results.

The sun is very good, it is a bright spring.

Looking out from the huge and bright windows of the library, you can see the blue water in the distance, the sea rising in the spring breeze, and the sea gulls with their wings open, tempting people to be lazy.

I sat in the library, feeling a little tired from memorizing books, flipping through the dictionary at random, this is an old habit.One word I saw was fatalité, feminine noun, fate, fate, bad luck.

Someone patted me on the shoulder, it was Xiao Dan, the sister who lived in my upper bunk.I followed her out of the reading room, and Xiao Dan said to me, why are you still sitting here?The report meeting will start immediately, pack up your things and follow me.

I was stunned, and then I remembered that there was a very important report meeting in the department this afternoon. It was a report given by a senior who had returned from studying abroad in the three major interpreter training bases in Paris. He must have been confused by the afternoon sun, and he forgot Important matter.I quickly packed up my books and ran with Xiao Dan to the lecture hall of the French Department.

Cheng Jiayang, who gave the report, is also well-known in our country's number one foreign language school.He is now the parents of a senior official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. At first, they were senior translators who graduated from our school. His father was French and his mother was English. Cheng Jiayang lived in a three-language environment since he was a child.In the legend about Cheng Jiayang, in addition to these unique conditions, there are also his intelligence, diligence, humility and hard work. It is a pity that this person has already gone to Paris III to study abroad when we enrolled.When the teachers mentioned him in class, the girls rested their chins and meditated, and the boys said unconvincedly, "Teacher, those are old anecdotes, and we still look at the present to count romantic figures."

When Xiaodan and I arrived, the auditorium was packed with people three floors in and out.What made me even more angry was that there were not enough places for students in our French department, and there were still many students from other departments.The girls from the English department who lived across from us actually came all the way, I have every reason to think that they don't care about drinking, these nympho!
From a distance, I heard a faint voice calling my name and Xiao Dan's name, and I saw my roommate Bobo calling us over from the other side of the lecture hall.Good brother, she took a seat for us among the many contempt and white eyes.But the people here are tighter than the meatball stuffing in the second canteen, how can we get by?
The report hadn't started yet, so I didn't care too much. I dragged Xiaodan onto a row of tables and forced to pass through the high place.I am a language learner, and I know that the richness of language all depends on the vast territory of our great motherland, and the foreign language elites from all over the motherland bring the language essence of their hometown at the same time.

The road is difficult and quite long. On the way, the noise disappears, it is quiet, very quiet, and then there is thunderous applause.I knew what had happened—the "star" who gave the report, Cheng Jiayang, whom everyone had been looking forward to, had arrived.At the same time, in this stepped lecture hall, Xiao Dan and I, at a height high enough to attract attention, bowed our heads, leaned forward, and almost crawled forward.

We walked a few steps quickly, and finally almost jumped on Bobo who was holding his breath.I quickly sat down, stroked my hair, straightened my clothes, calmed my dantian, stabilized my mind, and then opened my eyes full of faith to watch the "star".

It turned out that this was Cheng Jiayang.

I also sketched his image in my heart, a humble gentleman, a wise scholar, a seasoned literati, or a handsome scholar.However, his appearance was beyond my expectation.

Standing in front of the podium was a very young boy, tall and thin, casually dressed in soft white clothes and black trousers, but he looked like a young tree.A face is very white, I am far away, I can't see his facial features clearly, but I can only see a pair of eyes, black and shiny, showing a slight smile.He has black curly hair over the ears, and he has a more or less feminine temperament.

Like most of the girls in this lecture hall, I didn't want to blink, and my heart was far away.

Then I heard him say: "Do I speak Chinese, or French?"

The voice was low and cold, like water in a deep pool.

I heard someone murmur, "Whatever you want, little brother." The voice was muffled and unconscious.

I am Qiao Fei who met Cheng Jiayang for the first time.

At the report meeting, at the request of the foreign army, Cheng Jiayang gave the report in Chinese.He introduced the experience of studying abroad in the three major universities in Paris, super-intensive courses, exams, extracurricular etiquette training, diplomatic skills, and simultaneous interpretation practice in several large conferences in Brussels and Strasbourg.The next part is free for students to ask questions.At the beginning, I still asked some questions about the three major courses in Paris, study abroad channels, translation skills, etc., but soon, under the guidance of some nympho, I changed my approach.They started with life in Paris with ulterior motives, and then asked about topics that have been chewed on travel programs such as customs and customs.Finally, amidst the booing, someone called out in the crowd: "Senior, have you seized the opportunity to find a French girl as a lover?!" I felt really angry, but I was so curious that I thought to myself, Cheng Jiayang, You must not fail to answer.

Cheng Jiayang smiled, and handed the microphone to his other hand with long fingers.

He finally said in French: "If I say no, am I too sorry for Huadu?"

Everyone "coaxed" and started discussing again. The girl who was learning Spanish next to her asked, "What did he say? What did he say?"

I looked at the troublemaker and said angrily, "Why should I tell you?"

Afterwards, I thought about it, Cheng Jiayang is a man of noble birth, elegant temperament, and snow-white and green, which is really desirable.

When I thought of him this way, I was sitting in front of a big mirror, putting on my makeup.

The face is painted white, the eyebrows are drawn long and slender, and on the small face, they almost fly into the temples, and the lips are smeared with bright red, so that the hair is so black that it is almost blue. Neck—foreigners like this kind of oriental woman.

Put on a golden skirt, tightly wrapped around the young body.Facing the mirror, she smiled and smiled again, looking charming.

Pushing open the door, you can see the feasting and feasting, and the flashing lights.

This is the most popular nightclub in the city - "Qingcheng". I am one of the many coquettish girls here, named Feifei.

In the private room named "Casablanca", there is a girl who is ordered by the guests to accompany the wine.I swayed and pushed the door open, and there were four or five men, about 30 years old, and a blond foreigner in the middle, who was quite satisfied with seeing me, beckoned me to pass.I think it's a very lucky day.I like young guests who are gentle, not dirty, and treat themselves as lovers, without too obscene means.

I love to sing, especially when I'm half drunk.Learning from Faye Wong, singing "Fleeing Years", learning from Karen Mok, singing "The Fruit of Midsummer", they are all full of vibrancy.When the love was strong, he frowned slightly, and a guest said, this girl has something on her mind.Gaze at him without saying a word, a rich man has you in his eyes this night.I don't stay overnight, but I always earn a lot of tips.

Because of the unique conditions, I can say "I love you" in nine languages. Once, a Vietnamese guest looked at me and said that I was like a little sister at home. Made me laugh.

There are also times when it is self-defeating.One day, he drank with a real estate agent from other provinces, but he didn't know the origin of the other party, and pretended to be gentle, but he was almost kicked out of the private room.I quickly made it up and said, "Uncle, uncle, let me tell a joke, okay?

"The elephant asked the camel: 'Why does your mimi grow on your back?' The camel said: 'I don't talk to people with a dick on their face.' The elephant said to the laughing snake: 'The dick is long. It's better on the face than on the dick.'" The man laughed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I come to "Qingcheng" one night a week to sit on the stage, and the money I earn is enough for my usual expenses, and I can send some back home.

I don't think I'm the only female college student who lives like this, in fact, there are quite a few people like me.I think this kind of life is still affluent, and I know a certain amount of self-protection, so I haven't suffered too much loss—I mean, "big" loss.

I support myself and I love life.

Cheng Jiayang

When I came back from France, my father and mother were visiting Morocco, and my brother's mobile phone was turned off as usual.This huge house, back and forth, the whole family can't get together.

I went back to school to complete the formalities and make a report.Because I have already obtained a French diploma, I can graduate after handing over my master's thesis to a domestic tutor before June.The campus is safe and sound, and the enthusiasm of my juniors and younger sisters is high. I remember that when I was my age, I was so infatuated with someone.

Does she know?
Teacher Fu Mingfang's English intensive reading class is in Room 3 of No. 402 teaching building.When I arrived, there were not many students, so I sat in the back row by the window.Other students came in one after another, as if someone knew me.The girls looked at me and whispered to their companions. I smiled at them, and they shouted cheerfully: "Hello, Senior Cheng Jiayang!"

I said, "Hi."

Before the class bell rang, Mingfang and Fu Mingfang walked into the classroom.

She now has straight, over-the-ear hair and wears a light blue sweater and beige trousers—a color and style that suits her perfectly, adding to her slender figure.She asked her students in English: "Have you finished watching The Old Man and the Sea? Do you like it?" Then, she finally saw me.

After her get out of class, we sat in a coffee shop near the college.

"I heard students talking about your report meeting. Jiayang, you have always been a man of the hour. Are you studying well? Are you working hard?"

"It's not hard, I can handle it. Mingfang, my French teacher gave me an A for my thesis and graduation translation practice."

"I know. I'm not surprised. You grew up the top student in any group."

"You never reply to my E-mail."

"Which mailbox did you send it to? Ah, that's right. The Hotmail system has been adjusted. I forgot my username, so I won't use that anymore."

"You just gave me the mailbox."

Mingfang smiled, her fair face was almost transparent under the sunlight.

"I sent you a letter too."

"Didn't I come back?"

"Yes. I will write ten letters, and you will reply one. The content is not longer than a postcard."

"Forget it, Jiayang. You seem to be a child again. I'm afraid you have too much homework. It's not good now. You're back, and we can see each other often. By the way, how is your work going? Listen My father said, your father has already arranged for you to be transferred to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

"Otherwise where can I go? I don't know anything except translation."

I stayed in Paris for two years, but because of the heavy workload and busy internship, I never went back to China.I sent countless e-mails to Mingfang, but they all fell into the sea without reply.In the past two years, I wrote ten thick letters to her. She replied to me one last Christmas, telling me to study hard and take care of my body. The length should not exceed two hundred words.

It's not that she doesn't know my mind, she's just so stingy.

But, fortunately, I am back here, and Mingfang, she is also here.Facing her at this moment, I forgot the previous grievances, and felt a soft emotion in my heart. When I saw her hand on the table, I pressed it lightly.

"Mingfang."

"what?"

"Mingfang."

"what?"

"I just want to call you."

She smiled, really pretty.

"Jiayang, come to my house for dinner today."

"Okay."

My father and Mingfang's father were classmates when they went abroad to study. They took the same plane, took the same ship, and rented the same family's house. Later, they returned to China. My father stayed in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Mingfang's father went to the Ministry of Education. .The friendship of youth lasted for a lifetime, and it continued to me, my brother and Mingfang's generation.

Knowing that I came, Mingfang's mother specially asked the nanny to cook the celery and braised crucian carp that I liked to eat since I was a child.Her father is doing research in other places, but I think at least Mingfang's mother is not as busy as mine. Compared with my home, this place feels much warmer.

The food was delicious and I ate a lot.

Mingfang's mother knew that there was only me and the nanny at home, so she asked me to come here for dinner every day. I said yes, look at Mingfang, she is going out of the dining room to answer the phone.I don't know who it was, but after chatting for a long time, I heard her soft laughter faintly on the balcony.

At eight o'clock, I said goodbye.

Mingfang sent me downstairs and told me to drive carefully. The moment I was about to start the car, she knocked on my car window suddenly: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, Jiayang, I'm getting married soon."

In April, spring nights should be warm and breezy.I didn't drink alcohol either. Why do I feel cold and my hands shaking the steering wheel?

My first reaction was to ask her loudly, "What's wrong with you? Why are you getting married? What's going on? How old are you?"

"What's going on," she still smiled, "You forgot, I'm four years older than you, and I'm already 29. Am I still married?"

"I, I'm leaving..."

I started the car quickly, and I saw Mingfang flash.

I was driving so fast my mind went blank.

I didn't know how to get home, and I sat blankly in the dark study.

Mingfang said, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I am getting married.She took pains to understate it.I hope that what I did just now was not very obvious, and I hope that when I face her next time, I can deal with it calmly, otherwise I will fail Mingfang's good intentions.

However, I only feel a dull pain in my heart, there must be a way to relieve the pain.

I went back to my room and took out a small pack of special cigarettes in the depths of the wine cabinet, brown cigarette paper, slender fingers like a prostitute, I lit one, took a deep breath, my mouth, internal organs, and brain Immersed in this mellow smoke, the pain seems to disappear.

As if going back to the past, the irreversible past, Mingfang caressed my hair, and her warm lips were printed on my forehead.

2
Cheng Jiayang

That night, I fell asleep in a mess, and when I woke up in the morning, I had a terrible headache.Auntie Zhang, the nanny, brought milk and bread into my room, and when she left, she said, "Xudong called you last night and asked you to call him back."

Xudong is a good buddy who grew up with me.Speaking of a group of people like us, we have to talk about the family background.Xudong's father was originally a cadre of the Economic and Trade Commission. He resigned and went to sea in the mid-80s. With deep connections, well-informed information, and a keen sense of economics, it is difficult to make money.Now, his father is the chairman of a multinational trust company.However, his father's intelligence was not inherited to Xudong. His academic performance has been poor since he was a child. He was sent to Canada by his father to study when he was in high school. No.Of course, this is meaningless to him.But I think there is no doubt that there is one good thing about him, and that is patriotism.He thinks this city is the most comfortable, convenient, and pleasant place in the world, and I agree.Xudong also said that foreign girls are stiff when hugged.

I called his cell phone, and it was a girl who answered the phone with a chaotic voice: "Looking for Xudong? Oh, wait a minute."

"Hey, who is it?" Xudong's voice was not sober, I think I must have disturbed the good sleep of this dear friend and the crush.

"I'm Jiayang, Xudong, are you busy? Come out and meet."

The old friend's voice suddenly became excited, and he made an appointment with me to meet at the International Club.I wasn't in good shape, I didn't drive myself, I took a taxi to go there.

When I arrived, Xudong was already waiting for me there.It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him, but his bad habits haven’t changed. When he comes up, he will hold me in his arms and say, “Brother, I want to die.” Friend, can you pay attention to the influence?"

He ignored the wind, continued to stare at my face carefully and said: "It's still better in Paris, look at you, it looks so beautiful."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will leave."

"Why do you have such a temper? The time difference has not been adjusted. Brother, you are joking, don't be as knowledgeable as a vulgar person like me, please? Translator Your Excellency."

He didn't exchange a few words of seriousness, but Xu Dong suddenly grabbed his hand.

I have known him for many years, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this gentleman's sexual orientation, but his hands and feet are really annoying.I tried my best to shake it away, but he held it tighter, turned it over, turned it over, looked at my fingers, and put them in front of my nose to smell them again.He raised his head and spoke to me with a serious face: "Are you all right?"

"What are you talking about?" I withdrew my hand, "What's wrong?"

"Don't pretend, boy, when I was playing this, you were still studying mathematics, physics and chemistry."

I knew he was an expert in eating, drinking, and entertaining people, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful, so I drank tea with a guilty conscience and turned my face out of the window.

Xudong's voice suddenly became mature: "I know that you who are studying have no meaning in life. But there are some ways to find fun. Women are the best, fragrant and soft. As long as the way is correct and pay attention to hygiene, what's the problem? None. But you can’t touch that kind of thing, it hurts your body.”

"Isn't it just a stronger cigarette? Why are you so nervous?"

"That's not the same, it will be addictive! Brother Ming'er will take you to play something else."

I was tired of hearing it, so I threw him the men's perfume I brought to him, picked up my bag and started to leave, but he grabbed my arm.He lost his smile again: "Where are you going? I'll see you off. The point is, isn't it for your own good? You high-ranking sons, you have such a big temper."

Of course I know that Xudong is doing it for my own good, of course I know the dangers of learning from foreigners, but with so much pain in life, who can tell me other ways to relieve the pain?

I made an appointment with the director, and Xudong insisted on driving me to school in his dazzling gold-gray sports car.There was a project at the gate of the school, digging ditches and digging up the soil. I don’t know what else to repair. There is only a narrow path between the two mounds. People can walk, but cars cannot pass.Xudong obediently followed a row of classmates entering the door, and drove the car slowly.

However, no matter where he went, he would not get rid of his habit of being a disciple. He touched me with his elbow and said, "Look at the girl in front of you."

girl in front.Long black hair, thick and shiny, jeans, and a pair of long legs that will definitely make Xudong and his ilk applaud.

"Would you like to see what she looks like?"

He is so boring.

He started honking.The girl walks a few steps quickly.

He pressed again.

His boredom has reached the point where I can't stand it.

He continued.

I said, "Forget it, boss, I'm going to stay here for more than two months."

The girl finally turned around, Xudong was very happy: "Wow, that's great."

A small face, wheat-colored skin, a pair of big eyes, black and white, smiling, looks pretty good.

This is the first time I've met Faye.Then she did something that I'll laugh about long afterward: She pointed her middle finger at us in the car, wiggled, and wiggled.

Xudong parked his car at the entrance of the French department, and begged me to find out this girl, from which department, what name, what background, and for this reason, he was willing to give me any kind of favor.Seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but said: "Then why did you lose him just now?"

"Isn't there a mound of dirt? I have to go around a million-dollar car. Good brother, I beg you."

I got out of the car, promised, and thought to myself, in such a big foreign language college, there are so many girls, it is not easy for me to find such a girl.

But I didn't expect to see her again so soon.

When I arrived, Professor Wang, the head of the department, was not in the office.It's the weekend now, and as before, two or three students from lower grades are cleaning.Some cleaned the glass, some swept the floor, chatting and working, and didn't notice me.At this time the phone rang, and a girl under the table stood up straight, holding a rag in one hand and picking up the receiver in the other—it was the one just now!It didn't take much effort, I thought, what is there to blackmail Xudong.

The girl who answered the phone faced me, saw me, and blinked.Facing the phone, he said in French: "Professor Wang is not here now, he is in a meeting, would you like to leave a message?

"Okay, let me record, Sino-French Trade Promotion Association, Mr. Renault, please ask the professor to finalize the candidates for the interpreter for the meeting on Monday.

"your phone number?
"1308579×, or landline 8869×, remember it.

"No, no, I'm his student, and you're flattering yourself.

"My name is Jo, Jofi. I will bring your message. Good-bye."

The girl put down the phone and said to me: "Brother, are you looking for the director too?"

"Yeah, he's not there?"

"There is a meeting next door, you wait for him for a while."

"Okay," I said as I sat on the sofa, she squatted down again and continued to wipe the table, "Your French is pretty good."

"What you said just now is not difficult."

"Voice and intonation are very standard." What I said is true. In our profession, vocabulary, grammar, and communication can all be improved through acquired efforts. However, pronunciation and intonation are innate things, which are the result of a person's natural imitation ability. reflect.Therefore, when cultivating advanced translators, this quality is often more valued.

"Thank you."

She stood up, with sweat on her face, wiped it with her arms, and said to the other girls, "Are you done? Let's go, I'm hungry."

They packed up the cleaning tools, and Qiao Fei handed me the note just recorded: "Brother, you will see the director later, tell him about this."

I took it over: "No problem."

The girls left, and I sat for a while. After the meeting, the director came in from outside with his teacup, saw me, and greeted me affectionately.I handed him the note that Qiao Fei recorded just now, and he looked at it: "Jiayang, that's why I'm looking for you."

On Monday, a meeting of textile enterprises organized by the Sino-French Trade Promotion Association needed an interpreter.It is not difficult, it is consecutive interpreting, but because of its professionalism, some preparations are still required.The director gave me some materials, and said to me: "I have agreed with the organization unit. When you go, you can bring a few students from our department and let them see and see." list, with Jofi's name on it.

jofi
After we left the director's office, Xiaodan and Bobo's eyes almost killed me.

"Why does Cheng Jiayang only talk to you?"

"Pure luck."

"It's fine to talk to you, why did you propose to leave so early? We didn't have a chance to strike up a conversation with him. I've been thinking about it for a long time!" Bobo looked like he was going crazy.

"After finishing the work, I should leave." I said confidently, "Besides, if Cheng Jiayang talks to me again, my heart will jump out of my chest."

3
jofi
Why do I learn foreign languages?When I applied for a volunteer after the college entrance examination, I hoped to get a stable job with good income and no need to study mathematics, so I chose this industry.If you do not continue to study for a degree, there are probably several directions for employment: foreign-funded enterprises, teachers, or professional translation.I feel that I should be a white-collar worker in a foreign-funded enterprise, entertaining business, talking and laughing, and intrigues. My strong heart is too suitable for living a bluffing life in the city.As a teacher, this is a profession that requires both ability and political integrity.As for translation, I don't like it from the bottom of my heart. It is nothing more than a sounding board. Language is a tool, and people are also tools.

It was Cheng Jiayang who changed my mind.

At the meeting that day, he was really proud.One person acted as an interpreter for Chinese and French speakers, with quick response, sharp thinking, accurate words, and that almost unreal Parisian accent.What was even more impressive was his scheduling and mastery of the meeting scene: Cheng Jiayang was able to handle everything with ease, such as tight and fast rhythm, tit-for-tat discussions, and innocuous jokes.Only then did I know that the interpreter was actually the master of ceremonies at the venue.

His appearance that day has always been imprinted in my mind, black suit and tie, fair and thin face, calm expression, quiet and elegant demeanor.Although it didn't take long for me to know the real him under this gorgeous appearance, his appearance is unforgettable.

On the same day, I think Brother Cheng Jiayang also remembered me.

At the end of the large-scale meeting, some business representatives from both sides wanted to take this opportunity to have a private chat, but the organizers were not well prepared. As a last resort, I and two classmates who came with me took orders in the face of danger.

Quotas, orders, VAT, factory buildings, insurance, letters of credit...

The friendship between China and France has a long history, and the cooperation in the economic and trade field has been continuously strengthened...

Our factory has strong technical force and abundant human resources...

I am glad that I have been working hard all the time, and I can translate the content of the standard, but the words of the person in charge of the Chinese textile company still forced me to break out in cold sweat.When introducing his company's large scale and complete facilities for employees' living security, the bald-headed boss said: "Our living community has everything, including apartments, canteens, fitness centers, theaters, dance halls... In short, except for the crematorium. , everything."

When I heard the word "crematorium", my head buzzed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Cheng Jiayang had completed his task and was standing not far from me.In the blink of an eye, thinking that he might be looking at me, I can't remember any words.

I seriously said to the foreigner: "People can do anything except not die here." Seeing their frightened looks, I added, "That is to say, the facilities are complete and everything is available."

Now I am sure that Cheng Jiayang is indeed looking at me, I can see his shoulders trembling with laughter.

Everyone has many "firsts". This is the first time I do translation, and I sweat all over.I think this job can definitely drive away the cold in three or nine days.

The French are quite generous and pay on the spot.I worked less than half an hour and got three hundred yuan.Looking at the envelopes in Cheng Jiayang's hand, it was a thick stack, and he waved to us: "Please eat."

The four of us classmates went to a famous seafood restaurant in the city in Cheng Jiayang's German car.It was my turn to order, and I ordered a long-awaited salmon sashimi, 380 yuan per case.I also have some weird thoughts in my heart, if this young master wants to treat guests, let him pay for it.

After everyone ordered, I raised my hand and added to the waiter: "Please, I also want a potato stewed eggplant, that is the kind, potatoes and eggplants, smashed, put chopped chives .”

"I'm from the Northeast." I said to Cheng Jiayang, who couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, yes," said a male student in the same class, "She ate raw onions."

The waiter was stubborn and said to me, "I'm sorry, Miss, this is a professional seafood restaurant."

"Excuse me," Cheng Jiayang said to the waiter, "Eggplants and potatoes, how can there be no such in the store? Tell the master about it."

The girl blushed and went away happily.

I think it's an exaggeration, it's unprofessional for the nympho to do so clearly.Like me, even if I want to see Cheng Jiayang, I will only sneak a glance when talking or serving food.

This man, after working all morning, is not hungry, eats little, doesn't drink much, and listens to our chat quietly, looking thoughtful.Is he going to be a fairy?No wonder it's so thin.

Did you notice that I was looking at him, Cheng Jiayang suddenly turned his head and looked at me: "I think you react very quickly."

"Really? Thanks."

"Will you consider doing translation in the future?"

"I didn't plan to, but after seeing your performance today, I will consider it." I pointed to the reward envelope he put on the table that contained the translation he just did, "Brother, how about the salary?"

This is a question everyone is curious about.

Everyone watched as Cheng Jiayang opened the envelope, took out the RMB inside, and counted them one by one on the table like the French: "Two hours, 4000 yuan."

"Olala," I yelled, and said to the other students, "everyone work hard."

They nodded vigorously.

Under the lure of money and the instigation of masculinity, I have determined to be a professional translator since then, which is a well-known, profitable and glamorous industry.

Of course, ideals are ideals, and reality cannot be ignored.

The reality is that in my sophomore year of college, I was still facing the pressure of survival, and had to pay a huge amount of fees to maintain the elite education I received.And the easiest solution is now.

It's the weekend again, and I'm sitting on the stage at "Qingcheng".Unfortunately, no one is looking for me today.I yawned sleepily, patted my mouth, and was seen by sister Julia, the big class, who pointed at me and said, "Feifei, do you have a man?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your eye circles are black and black, and you always look like you can't wake up. I think it's because you have had too much sex. You are ugly now."

Yes, I want to study, I have to recite vocabulary, but this is an unspoken reason.I shook my head and said, "I played games too late last night." Then I shouted, "I'm still a virgin!"

"Sitting on stage tonight, how dare you stay up late playing games? You have no professionalism at all." Sister Julia rolled her eyes and looked me up and down, "Virgin?" She licked my eyebrows, looked at my legs, and looked at me professionally. After my experience determined that I was not lying, I giggled, "A 20-year-old spinster, a rare animal." Then he walked away swayingly.

Looking at his gleaming golden back, I wondered in my heart how a man could have such a charming posture, such wanton words and deeds, and such a vicious mouth.

At midnight, I was summoned to a private room, where I drank, sang, told jokes, and tried my best to dodge the palms of the guests without a trace. This night, I was surprisingly tired.Finally, I used the excuse of going to the bathroom to take a short nap. I saw myself in the mirror really ugly, with a dull complexion, black eye circles, and lips swollen by strong alcohol.

"Laugh," I said to myself, "laugh."

Gradually there was a smile on my face, and then the smile became bigger and bigger, and I gradually laughed out loud.This is an old way, force yourself to laugh when you are depressed, a smiling face is better than a sad face.

Can't live with the tip.

I came out of the bathroom, walked back while leaning on the wall, and saw a familiar figure on the side of the corridor.A man, looking very drunk, was sitting on the floor smoking--thin strange cigarettes.Black hair blocked half of his fair and thin face.

In this kind of place, with this appearance, this, shouldn't be Cheng Jiayang.

I felt a little dazed and walked numbly to my private room. Am I drunk?The moment I pushed the door open, I walked back quickly, an irresistible force pushed me to see if this man who was so drunk and smoking marijuana was the spring snow in my heart.

However, he is no longer there.

(End of this chapter)